OH FOG OH DEW HOLY WEDDING

This is a folk tale telling of a wonder as a man
comes across the wedding of the Moon with
the daughter of the Sun and he is allowed to
behold this event…




Oh fog, oh dew
Neither one was good for me
The dew dampened my feet
The fog made me lose my steed

The fog lifted, the dew lifted
I found my horse
I found my horse
At the Mēness's doorstep

The Mēness took the daughter of Saule
And invited me to a wedding
How can I ride to a wedding
On a horse without saddle?

The Saule gave me a golden saddle
The Mēness – a silver bridle
Now I can boldly ride
Together with the sons of Dievs

Crosswise grow the roots of trees
Crosswise stars shine in the sky
The sons of Dievs ride next to me
Crosswise galloping our horses